Breathless in Bombay

Too good....is what I begin with. It was last Friday when I got this book from the make shift pavement library just near to my yesteryear hostel. The library is just bang opposite the Bank of Baroda ATM, so the midget library wala makes full use of the light that comes from the establishment of the street lights outside the bank's ATM. I still had an hour in hand with me, as my husband would have taken that much time to meet me for the dinner at our regular eating joint. I have several of books that are not read resting in my shelf, still others that I have borrowed from friends, which I have never returned to them, nor I plan to do so in the near future since those friends have now turned into enemies. But still the mere sight of loads of books piled up, initiates a fresh cumulus of saliva in my mouth!! So after a mere 2 minutes of pondering on whether to buy-or-not to buy juggling in my mind, I decided to cross the road to get to the side of the open library kiosk at the pavement. I had played a deal with my wavering heart. I can only use the library services, I will and will not go in for the outright purchase of any book, no matter how much I loved the author or however interesting the book could sound. The college kid with his backpack on his shoulders and glasses resting comfortably on his nose was checking me out while I was checking out the books. Even his lenses of the glasses could not make out the difference between a girl and a woman. Though he could not be blamed, I do look like a girl in her early twenties, though the reality is that I am a married woman in her early thirties.